I’ve outgrown festivals like my childhood clothes since I moved out. This city of Delhi and I share a symbiotic relationship where it provides me a space for my cynicism and I don’t breach its clause of unbelongingness – they’re codependent and thrive in unison. The ordinariness of every vacation I’ve spent here cannot be outweighed by a phone call wishing me “Happy Diwali” and a forwarded message that I will forward to ten more people. In Delhi, Diwali is separated from me by the fourth wall.